The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1887-06-18

IN this years exhibition bring theil |
price. She shall be my wife-alwaya |
supposing that she considersme worthy |
of the treasure-trove of her love. !
will wear her like flower on my heart.
l think-yes, think she likes me lit
tie now. | am quite sure that if had
the chance l could make her like me
little more"
And so now and then he ventured to
write to her, lest by any chance she
might forget that such a person ex-
listed.
Now in real life things will some
times happen as strangely as they do
In novels. Every one knows this. And
it came to pass that in the mid-April
time, when skies above and violets be-
low are blue with blueness that no
description can equal, Docia Honey
well came up to New York to buy her.
self a silk dress, and asked Roxanna
Stephens to accompany her.
81 never like to trust entirely to my
own taste, said Docia; "and you have
such excellent ideas of color, Roxy"
When the dress was duly settled
upon-one of those delicious olives
which, like the hair of the poets hero
inc, was
Brown IN the shadow, and gold in the sun
there was yet good hour and half
to spare before the train went.
'"Oh, do let us 90 to the Academy Of
Design!" said Roxy; lit can't be far.
And l think it would rest my eyes to
look at some pictures"
1t was fine, sunshiny, breezy after
noon, and all the world was out. Roxy
came slowly up the broad marble steps,
looking around at the giant palms, and
J the caoutchouc leaves, and the monster
camelia-trees, whose dark green foliage
shore as if it had been vanished. Be-
yond glowed the pictures, outlined in
gold, full of vivid lights and deep,
, mysterious shadows. A little crowd
had collected before one particular can
: vas, and following the usual impulse OF
, human nature, Docia and Roxy left the
} other pictures-possibly possessed Of
equal merit--unsurveyed, and joined
the futtering, perfumed knot of gaz-
/ ers.
r "The picture of the season." she
} heard some one saying in the soft, dis
tinct tones that denote your society
: oracle; LA Jolie Blanchisseuse.
| Would you believe that that little
square of canvas has been sold for q
t thousand dollars? It's charmingly
5 painted thifg-oh, of course-but, after
! all, what is there to itP''
) ut is the sentiment, the toner' an.
swered wise critic who was penciline
! down notes for an art paragraph in the
| next days Sphin1. I'm this age of the
) world nobody can tell what's going t.
succeed and what isn't. The public
pulse don't bear feeling as it used"
/ Little Roxy, in her plain brown gowr
E and the poke hat of rough-and-ready
4 straw, with the loops of cherry ribbon
/ which she herself had sewn on, stooC
, on tip-toe to peep over the shoulder o
8 the tall lady in front of her at tn,
D picture.
"Ah, Docia!" she cried, startin!
L back, as she caught glimpse of it
: with the strange sensation of one VIII,
G looks into a mirror, I'll have seer
a that before"
T. In the foreground crystal-clea
2 brook gurgled away under a fringe o
!, luxuriant crosses; in the middle dis
= lance there was the green mystery 0
Il chestnut shadows on the grass, ant
: a young girl asleep, with bare whit
arms, and sun-bonnet fallen down he
0 neck, while an open book lay on tn
/ ground, A red-winged blackbir,
+ balanced itself on bush at her right
o and in the background line full o
: futtering clothes seemed to come AM
j 90 at the signal of the wind. On
l. couldsalmost hear the murmm of tn
o brook, almost see the stir of the tai
n grasses in the yellow mist of the noon
n tide heats 1t was a very simple picture
e to be sure, but it is the simple picture
IS that speak to peoples hearts now
d adays.
Docia stared intently. ut looks Xix
e you, Roxy" she said, land that is tn
p very chestnut-tree with the hollo'
It heart that blew down in the equinoC
d tial gale last March. Have you foun
lie the number in the catalogue? VIII
l. painted it. All, l thought SONAR
a Jefferys,"
Roxy turned around with curiou
t. thrill, half of pride, half anger, in he
at heart, and saw a tall figure coming tC
~ ward them from the monster palm
i, that guarded the stairway beyond
% Mark Jefferys himself.
to you have seen the picture, RoxyP
IS he said ala Jolie Blanchisseuse'
n | D...sz.N drovy;nn bar omaU from, IL